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They call her Liv - for my granddaughter Olivia Jan. 22, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jan 21, 2025
  • 1 min read

twelve-year-old cheerleader

blonde ringlets

bluetiful eyes

 

silly

serious

and a secret

disciple of observation

and questions without answers

 

writes poems with a heart’s grip

on the pen

 

watches those shapes of love

grow and grow

 

from family and friends

to school and community

 

but will it someday draw

her hopes for the world

 

 
 
 

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